Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Then, more people began to follow suit. They put down their weapons and chose to survive.

More than half of the warriors in the entire Chaos Demon City chose to surrender. They were standing or sitting, looking down or looking up, but everyone's eyes revealed the same emotion - the desire for life.

After all, no one wanted to die, and they were not optimistic about this war. In their opinion, surrendering can save lives, so why not surrender?

Long Yingtian looked at this scene with mixed feelings. He felt sorry for those who chose to surrender, and proud of those who still held on. He knew that this war was far from over, and the real test was still to come.

"A bunch of idiots." Hun Canglan's voice was a little angry and helpless, and his eyes flashed with disappointment.

He cursed, "They really don't know the style of the Holy Hall. In this battle, no matter who wins or loses, those who choose to surrender are finished. How can the Holy Hall let them go easily? They are so stupid."

Ling Xiao heard this, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. His eyes revealed some wisdom and calmness.

He patted Hun Canglan's shoulder and smiled, "Forget it, Brother Hun, don't worry about them. Since they chose to leave, it is a good thing for us. In this way, we can be more focused in the battle. After all, we have to leave our backs to our own people. Those who have surrendered are no longer our comrades."

Hearing this, Hun Canglan nodded slightly, and his expression eased a little. He understood what Ling Xiao meant, and also understood that in this cruel war, everyone must make their own choices. He took a deep breath to calm himself down.

At this time, Hun Yu looked at the fourth chief priest indifferently, and her voice was as cold as ice: "Okay, your goal has been achieved, so don't waste your breath. The battle between us will come sooner or later. Now, let's see who will have the last laugh."

Her eyes were full of determination and resoluteness, as if she was ready to meet all challenges.

The fourth chief priest sneered, with a bit of sarcasm and disdain in her voice: "Foolish people, since you refuse to surrender, then wait for the punishment of justice! Do it!"

As his words fell, a total of hundreds of holy sword knights suddenly flew out from behind him. These holy sword knights were like war gods descending from the clouds, with upright postures and imposing aura. They all exuded a faint holy light, which was the glory and power of the holy sword knights.

These holy sword knights were all powerful people in the Condensation Realm. Although most of them were only low-level in the Condensation Realm, they were still in the Condensation Realm!

In this world where the strong are respected, the strong in the Condensation Realm are enough for ordinary people to look up to. What's more, there are more than a hundred strong men in the Condensation Realm here. Their existence is undoubtedly a force that cannot be ignored.

When these more than a hundred Holy Sword Knights released their pressure, the entire Chaos Demon City seemed to be shrouded by an invisible force.

Those warriors who were still hesitating and struggling felt the strong pressure from the Holy Sword Knights at this moment. Their hearts were filled with fear and anxiety, as if they would collapse at any time.

More than a hundred Holy Sword Knights swooped down like heavenly soldiers and generals. Their speed was extremely fast, like lightning streaking through the sky.

Their might was so strong that it was like thousands of troops galloping past, which made people feel awe.

Everyone felt this strong sense of oppression, their heartbeats accelerated, and their breathing became rapid. At this moment, they seemed to understand what a real strong man is and what an irresistible force is.

"Thirteen Demon Generals, listen to the order, stop them!" Ling Xiao's voice was firm and powerful, and his gesture waved, as if he had drawn an invisible order in the air.

In an instant, the thirteen demon generals led by Ling Bi appeared beside him like ghosts. Their auras were sharp and fierce, as if they would burst out with amazing power at any time.

Almost at the same time, Long Yingtian's voice also resounded throughout the battlefield: "Fu Zun Guards, move out!" His eyes flashed with determination and firmness, as if he wanted to concentrate all his strength at this moment.

Following his order, three hundred Fu Zun Guards surged out like a tide. They were dressed in uniform armor, holding sharp weapons, and marching in neat and powerful steps, showing amazing discipline and combat effectiveness.

Although most of their combat power was not as good as the Holy Sword Knights, or even the Thirteen Demon Generals, they were numerous and good at fighting together, forming an indestructible line of defense.

At the same time, Hun Huan also issued an order: "Soul Clan Death Soldiers, go help."

His voice was low and powerful, as if it contained endless majesty.

Five hundred Soul Clan Death Soldiers responded quickly. They were dressed in black tights, with hideous masks on their faces, revealing only a pair of cold eyes.

Their fighting power is equal to that of the Palace Guards, and even better in some aspects. They are like ghosts in the dark night, shuttling silently on the battlefield, adding a bit of mystery and weirdness to this fierce battle.

The three teams quickly assembled and formed three solid lines of defense. They each played their own advantages and jointly resisted the fierce offensive of the Holy Sword Knights. On the battlefield, swords and shadows intertwined, shouts of killing were deafening, and a thrilling battle was taking place.

Although they have more people, a full array, and the momentum is not inferior to those holy sword knights, to be honest, they are still lacking in combat power.

This lack is not only in quantity, but also in quality. Each of the holy sword knights is a carefully selected strong man in the Condensation Realm, and their combat experience and skills are far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Under normal circumstances, the combined forces of the Palace Master's Guards, the Soul Clan's Death Soldiers, and the Thirteen Demon Generals cannot be the opponent of the more than one hundred holy sword knights. What they can do now is to do their best to hold back the more than one hundred holy sword knights and buy time for their comrades in the rear.

At the beginning of the battle, they were quickly suppressed. The offensive of the holy sword knights was as turbulent as a tide, and each blow contained terrible power.

If it weren't for Ling Bi, a demon-level existence, who single-handedly resisted the fierce attacks of several holy sword knights, and the leaders of the palace guards and soul clan warriors were all outstanding in the Condensation Realm, each leading their team to resist tenaciously, they would have been defeated long ago.

At the moment, the battle can only be described as a stalemate. But this stalemate is not a stalemate of equal strength, but a stalemate of being at a disadvantage.

Every minute and every second, they are under tremendous pressure and exhausted physically and mentally. However, none of them chose to retreat, because they knew that this battle was related to the fate of the entire Chaos Demon City, and they must persist until the last moment.